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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
- George Gordon Byron, Childe Harold, Canto iv, Verse 178
(into the Wild)
Labyrinth Ear - Amber // Castricum aan Zee